“I want my mojo back,” Scott H. Biram declares on his most recent record, fall 2011’s Bad Ingredients, but he sounds like he never lost it. Also known as the Dirty Old One Man Band, Biram is like an East Texas drifter on the album, with no place in this hard, cold world — sleeping underground or in the back of a car, only feeling alive when out on the open road. “Now I’m flyin’ ’cross the desert / slowly blowin’ out of my mind / I’m getting’ tired of seekin’ answers / that’ll only let me down / I been drinkin’ since forever / but I just can’t put it down / And I never felt nothin’ / like a warm safe place / ’til I hit that open road,” he howls on “Open Road,” one of thirteen tracks on the Bloodshot disc. Using old microphones, a 1959 Gibson, and an amplified left foot providing percussion, the Austin-based Biram makes his way through bluesy hillbilly punk raising his own kind of hell on such songs as “Born in Jail,” “Black Creek Risin’,” and “Killed a Chicken Last Night.” On “Broke Ass” he declares, “Well, I like makin’ money, honey / but I sure don’t like to work / when I could be down here just sinnin’ / wipin’ beer stains on my shirt.” No, Biram, who even plays his own gospel choir on “I Want My Mojo Back” (but doesn’t play the sax on the song, leaving that to the record’s only guest, Walter Daniels), has never lost his “motherfuckin’ mojo hand,” and he’ll be provin’ it on Thursday night when he plays Target Free Thursdays at the David Rubenstein Atrium at Lincoln Center. (And don’t be fooled by Lincoln Center’s web address for the event, which uses the name “birman” instead of “biram.”)